American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

What is social suicide? This is it.

To think that I, Dr. Connors, have lived an upright and brilliant life, yet I've been reduced to this state...

His eyes were vacant, his body instinctively twitching back and forth in response to the whip, as if his soul had departed.

Tyrant sensed his movements, tightened his grip on the whip, and abruptly turned his head towards the doorway.

It was empty, silent, and devoid of anything.

Finding nothing amiss, he slowly turned back, raising the whip high for another strike.

"Hey baldy, that little whip of yours looks pretty good. How about lending it to me for a bit?"

Accompanied by a playful chuckle, Tyrant suddenly felt his hand lighten as the whip vanished. The next moment, he saw a pair of red shoes descending from the sky to kick him in the face.

Thud—

His body swayed, staggering back a few steps before crashing heavily into the wall, leaving a small dent in the hard surface with a crack.

Spider-Man, Peter Parker, nimbly dropped from the air, wanting to tear off the collar around Connors' neck, only to find it was made of an unexpectedly strong material.

"Dr. Connors, Dr. Connors..."

Peter called his name, trying to awaken his senses, but Connors lay motionless on the ground, like a dead fish.

Roar!!

Shaking his head, Tyrant roared in anger. He grabbed the chain and yanked Connors' body with one hand, slamming him towards Peter like a meteor hammer.

Whoosh—

Leaping backwards, Peter fired webs from both hands, sticking them onto Connors' body. He and Tyrant simultaneously exerted force, pulling in opposite directions like a tug-of-war.

Connors... well, he remained motionless.

Then, Daywalker suddenly burst in from the doorway, leveling his twin pistols and firing rapidly.

Bang bang bang bang!!!

His silver pistols were extraordinary, but they did little damage to Tyrant. For a 3.5-meter-tall figure, a few small gunshot wounds were insignificant.

Roaring, Tyrant changed his tactics, stepping forward and grabbing Connors' tail in his hand, swinging it at the two like a weapon.

Reeve, taking advantage of his inattention, sneaked in from the door, circled behind Tyrant, and slashed his sword at Tyrant's neck.

Shhh—

The sensation was off. The feeling of the blade cutting into the skin was like cutting through thick cowhide.

His expression changed, and Reeve immediately dove forward, narrowly dodging Tyrant's twisting swing.

"Opportunity!"

Daywalker's combat experience was extensive. He instantly recognized Connors' psychological issue. His treatment method was crude but effective, firing two precise shots into Connors' butt crack.

A miserable scream erupted, Connors' tail stiffened, his body trembled violently, and he cried out on the spot!

[Emotional points from Curtis Connors +893]

It was true that he was thick-skinned, but the softness of certain areas was the same as ordinary people. When he encountered a crack shot like Daywalker, it was a guaranteed hit, without any hesitation.

He woke up, shook his head, and was very clear-headed. Upon recognizing the situation, he unhesitatingly curled his body upwards, swinging his claws at Tyrant's belly.

Tyrant didn't expect his resistance. His stomach first felt a pain, and then he was knocked to the ground by Connors with a bang.

With this, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed.

Connors wildly straddled Tyrant, grabbing his neck, his whole body trembling as he pressed him to the ground. Tyrant arched his lower body, the veins on his arms bulging, forcefully tightening the iron chain around Connors' neck, pulling it down hard!

The two stared eye to eye, mouth to mouth, roaring loudly, both looking like ruthless characters.

They were tit-for-tat, one pressing down, the other resisting, neither giving way!

Seeing them entangled, the three of Spider-Man quickly seized the opportunity, excitedly stepping forward to support them with their weapons.

"Leave this to me!"

Daywalker shouted, rotating his twin pistols, extremely professionally targeting Tyrant's lower body, ensuring that every bullet penetrated the opponent's soul, making him tremble!

Spider-Man Peter was also a seasoned fighter, firing webs from his hands like crazy, wrapping Tyrant's head and firmly fixing it to the ground.

"Reeve, quick, stab it in!"

Seeing the location Peter pointed to, Reeve paused for a moment, then raised his sword and stabbed towards Tyrant's eyes.

He had no choice but to stab there. His head was covered in webs, with only a pair of angry eyes exposed, making the target particularly obvious.

Together with Dr. Connors, the four of them were utterly unscrupulous, using whatever they could, be it claws, teeth, bullets, or swords.

Until Tyrant's body swelled up, Reeve finally pierced his fragile eyeball with his sword with a *噗嗤* sound, plunging it into his brain and stirring it around to kill him.

Tyrant died, not peacefully, his angry eyes staring at these despicable fellows, unable to close for a long time.

Connors stood up from his body, raised his face and howled excitedly, but fell into embarrassment the moment he looked down at the three of them. He remembered the stupid things he had done not long ago, the way he had been whipped and moaned, which was really embarrassing.

"Dr. Connors!"

Peter called out his identity as soon as he spoke.

"I hope you can turn yourself in to the police and tell them what happened here."

His idea had not changed. He had come to capture Connors, and now that Connors had been rescued, he naturally had to consider handing him over to the police.

As soon as this was said, the atmosphere on the scene suddenly became heavy.

"......"

The silent silence represented Connors' attitude.

How could he possibly turn himself in? The thought was laughable!

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Daywalker and Reeve drew out the weapons they had put away again, and a battle seemed imminent.

Bang—!

The ceiling overhead suddenly burst, and a thorny whip stretched down barbarically from above.

Its surface was covered with barbs and dense mouths, twisting in the air like thick tentacles, and then, sensing the presence of a few people, it swooshed and attacked at high speed.

Connors was a little unlucky, standing closest and being slapped in the face by the thorny whip with a *啪叽* sound, blasting him out and embedding him in the wall.

"Everyone be careful! This is Muzan Kibutsuji's thorny whip. Once it hits, all the cells in your body will die and you will die on the spot!"

His eyes narrowed, and the vampire hunter Reeve stood up nervously and reminded loudly.

[Emotional points from Peter Parker +867]

[Emotional points from Blade +865]

Peter and Daywalker's hearts tightened, and they hurriedly took a few steps back to distance themselves.

But the next second, Connors grabbed the wall and pulled his body out of it.

He looked puzzled, looked at his body, and casually stretched his arms, his expression seeming to say, "Certain death? Is that all there is to it?".

Peter: "......"

Daywalker: "......"

The two turned their heads to stare at Reeve at the same time, the doubt in their eyes clearly visible, which made Reeve very embarrassed.

Just as he was about to explain, Muzan Kibutsuji's voice suddenly came from one of the mouths on that arm.

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